Tales of Wonder | Page 6

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glass of champagne, but I was still thirsty. I felt as if all the moisture in my body had
been blown away over the downs of Kent by the wind up which we had galloped. Still I
was not talking enough; my host was looking at me. I made another effort, after all I had
something to talk about, a twenty-mile point is not often seen in a lifetime, especially
south of the Thames. I began to describe the run to Rosalind Smith. I could see then that
my host was pleased, the sad look in his face gave a kind of a flicker, like mist upon the
mountains on a miserable day when a faint puff comes from the sea and the mist would
lift if it could. And the butler refilled my glass very attentively. I asked her first if she
hunted, and paused and began my story. I told her where we had found the fox and how
fast and straight he had gone, and how I had got through the village by keeping to the
road, while the little gardens and wire, and then the river, had stopped the rest of the field.
I told her the kind of country that we crossed and how splendid it looked in the Spring,
and how mysterious the valleys were as soon as the twilight came, and what a glorious
horse I had and how wonderfully he went. I was so fearfully thirsty after the great hunt
that I had to stop for a moment now and then, but I went on with my description of that
famous run, for I had warmed to the subject, and after all there was nobody to tell of it
but me except my old whipper-in, and "the old fellow's probably drunk by now," I
thought. I described to her minutely the exact spot in the run at which it had come to me
clearly that this was going to be the greatest hunt in the whole history of Kent.
Sometimes I forgot incidents that had happened as one well may in a run of twenty miles,
and then I had to fill in the gaps by inventing. I was pleased to be able to make the party
go off well by means of my conversation, and besides that the lady to whom I was
speaking was extremely pretty: I do not mean in a flesh and blood kind of way but there
were little shadowy lines about the chair beside me that hinted at an unusually graceful
figure when Miss Rosalind Smith was alive; and I began to perceive that what I first
mistook for the smoke of guttering candles and a table-cloth waving in the draught was in
reality an extremely animated company who listened, and not without interest, to my
story of by far the greatest hunt that the world had ever known: indeed I told them that I
would confidently go further and predict that never in the history of the world would
there be such a run again. Only my throat was terribly dry. And then as it seemed they

wanted to hear more about my horse. I had forgotten that I had come there on a horse, but
when they reminded me it all came back; they looked so charming leaning over the table
intent upon what I said, that I told them everything they wanted to know. Everything was
going so pleasantly if only Sir Richard would cheer up. I heard his mournful voice every
now and then--these were very pleasant people if only he would take them the right way.
I could understand that he regretted his past, but the early seventies seemed centuries
away and I felt sure that he misunderstood these ladies, they were not revengeful as he
seemed to suppose. I wanted to show him how cheerful they really were, and so I made a
joke and they an laughed at it, and then I chaffed them a bit, especially Rosalind, and
nobody resented it in the very least. And still Sir Richard sat there with that unhappy look,
like one that has ended weeping because it is vain and has not the consolation even of
tears.
We had been a long time there and many of the candles had burned out, but there was
light enough. I was glad to have an audience for my exploit, and being happy myself I
was determined Sir Richard should be. I made more jokes and they still laughed
good-naturedly; some of the jokes were a little broad perhaps but no harm was meant.
And then--I do not wish to excuse myself--but I had had a harder day than I ever had had
before and without knowing it I must have been completely exhausted; in